Entropy Zero - Rebellion
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A Metrocop finds himself reflecting deeply on his life choices and the actions he's taken. The weight of his decisions and wonders about the path he's been on, what is his purpose? But somewhere deep inside... something still burns. Maybe it's guilt. Maybe it's regret. Or maybe... It's hope.
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